Poetry

A Necromancer Collects

by Lesley Hart Gunn
 

Rusted pennies she found in
the pocket of a man drowned at sea, 

A crucifix hanging on a ribcage
between a woman’s scars, 

A pocketknife that barely grazed
the charging beast, 

A lock of hair snipped by
Mother, gathered in pink silk, 

A bicuspid from the wreckage, with
the dark mark of early decay, 

The crisp exoskeletons of molted
cicadas, left behind, 

the nautilus boneyard
of a vacant beach, 

Promise rings and love letters,
hotel pens, expired I.D.’s, 

IOU’s from families and lovers with no
currency but despair, 

The orgasmic look of returning,
remembering, and wanting, 

And the dying stars above her that she
mourns, being just out of reach.


Copyright © 2022 by Lesley Hart Gunn

 

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Featured Poet of the Month Lesley Hart Gunn

Lesley Hart Gunn grew up in Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in Utah with her partner, three children and cat. She's a college English teacher that enjoys digging into the darker side of writing, turning over speculative rocks to expose the creatures underneath. She's been published in Phantom Drift journal and PseudoPod, but this is her first poetry publication.

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